Street Dog

I’m a dealer in an uptown world.
Taking favours off a stolen word.
Afraid your better days have dropped, off their perch.
No forever more.
No complaints.
No long holidays and something to chase.
You’re no choirboy and she, ain’t no scourge.
I’ll decline, peace of mind.
Rolling overseas like a toothless swine.
It’s a shame he ain’t me, it’s a shame you ain’t her.
Little baby don’t say a word.
There’ll be better men to show you the world, it’s estranged.
Fate, you want to meet.
Twisted fantasies and one set free.
At least that’s why, I’m rolling on.
Oh, your treason is a tender song.
I’m a preacher to an ugly heard.
I’ve been suffocated, kicked to the curb.
All will linger on my word, for better or worse.
She’s a damsel in distress in a handmade dress.
She’s the queen you play in chess with a blade between her breasts
Escape or bring her to your side, which is best.
Little baby don’t say a word.
There’ll be better men to show you the world it’s estranged.
I’m not your fate, you want to meet.
Two twisted fantasies and one set free.
At least that’s why I’m rolling on.
Oh, your treason is a tender song.